Joan of Arc
Fire, fire burning bright
doth set the maids heart alight.
Born of war, blood, and pain,
she was the key to their gain.
In the days of fear, loss, and plight,
she did step forward a guiding light.
Tender as the rose and yet strong as the sword,
her path Our Fathers hand guiding her forward.
Into the fray with all her might
she did inspire all to fight.
Through selfless deeds did she set the land free
and did make way for Royal decree.
Yet betrayal did claim her fate
set in dungeon's hearth and grate.
Alone did she wait, a lion's heart she did hold inside,
clear to all who judge and lie.
By false words was her fate sealed.
By unholy decree was death called for all to see.
In the fire she was sent through the flames,
she did forgive and meet her end as her soul did ascend.
Fire, fire burning bright; it did not claim her light.
Through true hearts and kind eyes she did ascend on high.
And now through time for all to see,
she does stand saintly.
Dedicated to Joan of Arc.
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